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Post by Halethala on Jul 5, 2004 2:38:02 GMT -5
*Pokes Dream and giggles*
Keep posting, Lord Abiyo . . I'm no Luna, but let me try to encourage ye by adding a bit of my own . .
The Rythmn of Change
Broken bits of seashells,
Footprints in the sand,
Flotsam, jetsam, treasures, trash
From nature and from man.
The surging pounding restless waves
Break against the shore,
Washing clean the trampled beach
Melodic metaphor.
This cycle of renewal
Repeated without fail,
Without requiring witnesses,
A neverending tale,
Inspiring hope and sparking faith
That life indeed goes on,
Forgiveness is yet possible
And love a clear sweet song.
Our lives are filled with many things
We’re often forced to lose,
And sometimes what we’re left with
Isn’t what we’d choose. . . .
But time and tide bring changes,
And freshened breath is drawn,
New treasures may await to bless
Upon each newborn dawn.
Love and beauty interspersed
With loss and even death,
Scoured clean by pounding surf
And every salty breath . . .
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Sighe at office LAST day
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Post by Sighe at office LAST day on Jul 5, 2004 6:09:38 GMT -5
I am not much of a poet, but I can tell you what I like. I wrestled with this poem during my fourth year at Universtity, and I can tell you it was a pleasant fight. It reminds me of how small we all are, and how infinitely constant TIME is.
It is said that Shelley referred a statue built for Ramses II of Egypt, greatest of the Egyption Pharaos, Warlord extra ordinair, a brilliant strategist.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792-1822
(husband of Mary Shelley, author of Frankenstein)
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away
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Post by lordAbiyownah on Jul 5, 2004 9:02:12 GMT -5
*smiles at dream...*....so true dream...unless that man in the glass house isn't ashamed of what he's got ..*Grins*
LETHA.....you struck a chord..you must be a mind reader,
I loved that poem....and had to read it over four times....it truly did speak to me....I want to, very honestly, thank you...*warm hug*
Sighe...ah yes, it does speak of mans vanity....and once again reminds me, that it is the good we do...that shall live on, in beauty and in time...but the physical vainity we try and leave is but dust in the winds of time.....
*toasting you with a spot of dutch tea*
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Post by Halethala on Jul 5, 2004 23:48:19 GMT -5
Hehe . . I've not known too many men who are ashamed of what they've got . .
Ah man, Sighe . . I LOVE Ozymandias. One of the best poems of all time, IMHO . .
*Pollutes his Dutch tea with a splash of fine brandy and waits for more lovely words from his heart*
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Post by Dream Loxley on Jul 6, 2004 2:57:28 GMT -5
I do so enjoy all forms of writing........no good at poetry myself, but like to share things I find.    Each Moment is a Gift Life is a collection of moments. They are all important. They all count. After we live them, each of these moments is gone forever. Guilt is nothing more than wasting today’s precious moments on something that can’t be changed from the past. Worry is nothing more than wasting today’s precious moments on something that may or may not happen in the future. Today is all we have. We need to live all of today’s moments. Today is a gift. That’s why it’s called "the present." |
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Post by lordAbiyownah on Jul 9, 2004 14:28:36 GMT -5
sweet dream...to share such beauty, is also a gift...
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Terry T Petersonaka Abiyo
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Post by Terry T Petersonaka Abiyo on Aug 24, 2004 7:46:34 GMT -5
thank you ..I am leaveing ..and so will no longer be comming to windstorm...it would be appreciated if you would delete this thread and all my poems within..
Terry T.
(I think it sad that others will not see your words, but I deleted the posts as requested. I wish you well and safe in all you do. - DL)
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Post by Terry T on Aug 25, 2004 8:42:43 GMT -5
Dear sweet Dream..you have always been so thoughtful and helpful..and I want you to know I appreciate all you have done..
Life is full of many roads..many with twists and turns we don't expect..and many with new wonders and new beautys to see..and now I travel one of those roads..knowing not if I will ever get back to any of the warm little hamlets I have come to relax in and enjoy..but know that I carry the memories of friends always with me and think fondly of them often..
*smiles and hugs you good bye*
never change your loving nature..you make WS what it is..
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Post by Sinold Bragasson on Aug 25, 2004 14:43:58 GMT -5
Take care Abiyo. :'(Your poems will be missed here, as will be your perosn. I wish you luck with all you do! |
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